You Are Magic

All eyes on me but mine bore holes in you

 

Sweetly swirling before my eyes

 

Like gamblers follow their rolling dice

 

Walking on air endless without a care

 

And like a moth's attraction to light

 

My day surrenders to your night

 

Don't notice how green their envy is

 

Bliss like no one can truly give

 

Makes my heart beat in heave

 

All my doubts have disappeared

 

Can only see your graceful allure

 

Bewitching with the charm of azure

 

Take you out of me and the magic is gone.

Emeka Amakeze

My Village Shrine

My Village Shrine

I placed my feet one after the other in movement

Swirling red African dust settled on my feet

As I ate the distance between me and my destination

The laterite road surrendered to a leafy pathway

Noise of occasional passing cars and human chatter

Lost to the quietude of this enigma of a forest

Pulled forward by an invisible force of curiosity

I moved further into the forest towards the stream

From where they say my village shrine reigned

Even before the days of the father of my fathers'' father

And the deeper I went into the belly of the forest

The more fearsome the trees grew to be.

The shrubs became phantoms by tricks of my mind

And the eerie silence became loudly menacing

Running waters drummed to startle as I got near to it

And then, remembering the wisdom of the elders

I liberated my voice to hoarse shouts of the mortals

That the water spirits would go in and grant me safe passage

Between the water that gives life and the land of the African gods

The journey ends for the mortal female except the few favoured by the gods

And even those initiated into the revered cult of priesthood.

Just as the secret of the owl shall never be made known to daylight

So is the shadowy ancient trail to the seat of my village shrine.

My fathers'' father told me that I was initiated ahead of my mates

And so, I should not be afraid of a handshake with the gods

I shook off the cobwebs of trepidation hanging all over me

Looked around and in a leap of faith and courage

Sailed across the stream and walked into the thick undergrowth

Unnervingly evident that I was all by my curious self

It was a journey across the fabled playground of the gods

I knew about them – revered messengers of the gods

Right onto my path they sent chills down my spine

I had come too far to tolerate thoughts of going back.

The apes considered me with fearsome judging eyes

Found me worthy of an encounter with the abode of the gods

Left me to my fate and continued on their tour of duty

Cries of unusual birds I did not see bade me welcome

I ventured yet nearer my destination.

Excitedly, I sallied forth into the last of the shrubs

Before the sacred grotto but as nothing prepared me

For the extraordinary spectacle that beheld me,

I was bewitched and enthralled.

I cautiously moved my unwilling legs

Towards the subject of my visit

I sat down on a carved ancient wooden stool

Right in front of the cave and picked a piece of white clay...

Clay of the gods

I crushed a little and applied on my eyes

With a gradual comprehension that

I was really in the presence of a force

Beyond my mortal understanding,

My eyes grew accustomed to the darkness enveloping me

And I beheld it - my village shrine

Emeka Amakeze

I Have Something To Say

You are the fairest of them all and they never cease to be awed as they laud and applaud the handiwork of God and none ever jawed you my love. Your beauty is not flawed because you are not a fraud. I will fight and claw to make your path broad

Because I am your knight that always comes to your fight. You make me recite how much skin-tight my love fits to your heart. I will hold you through the night till our spirits are truly light with the delight we know how well to excite.

You have been a dearest friend and you alone I will always send. I will bend even to break just to make amend to blend in your life my love. They cannot comprehend how much I depend on your trend because you do not pretend.

How long has it really been since my soul desires to be seen by you? I will trek even to Berlin to feel you addict me like caffeine because I have truly missed you and your African cuisine. I am keen not to allow anybody come in between us my love

I am so proud you are well-endowed and because you give me the happiness of a crowd, you make me scream aloud when you exude that appeal that puts me in the mood and I make you reach for the cloud. Your love feels like food to my soul

You are aware I value you more than air because you have shown me how much you care by making me an heir and I feel like a billionaire in this love affair. I swear nobody out there will dare to compare with you my rare luminaire

Never met any that is half the woman you are and as I quaff of your love and because you are not a diamond in the rough, you make me feel like a chief among my peers. You make me laugh even when times are tough and make me call bluff of those who think I should have had enough

Assuaging my fear with each passing year, you have made me appear drunk without a drop of beer and fearless like a brigadier. I will commandeer whatever you find so dear and make all your worries disappear and veer you away from every wear and tear.

I am not in contest for your love because you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my crest of affection and my chest cannot contain all your zest even if compressed. I am blessed you are mine and I will stay away from all that you detest

I will always have something to say about the way you make me sway and Cupid will first betray love before I delay to tell you how much I love you from day to day. I will whisk you to fantasy land straight away and never allow you to stray

I still have something more to say my love. 

An Emeka Amakeze's poetic thought 

My Village Shrine

I placed my feet one after the other in movement

Swirling red African dust settling on my feet

As I eat the distance between me and my destination

The laterite road peters out to a leafy pathway

Noise of occasional passing cars and human chatter

Lost to the quietude of this enigma of an abode

Pulled forward by an invisible force of curiosity

I moved further into the forest towards the stream

From where they say my village shrine reigned

Even before the days of the father of my fathers'' father

And the deeper I went into the belly of the forest

The more fearsome the trees grew to be.

The shrubs became phantoms by tricks of my mind

And the eerie silence became loudly menacing

Running waters drummed to startle as I got near to it

And then, remembering the wisdom of the elders

I liberated my voice to hoarse shouts of the mortals

That the water spirits would go in and grant me safe passage

Between the water that streams life and the land of the gods

Apart from those initiated into the revered cult of priesthood.

The journey ends for the mortals not favoured by the gods

Just as the secret of the owl shall never be made known to daylight

So is the shadowy ancient trail to the seat of my village shrine.

My fathers'' father told me that I was initiated ahead of my mates

And so, I should not be afraid of a handshake with the gods

I shook off the cobwebs of trepidation hanging all over me

Looked around and in a leap of faith and courage

Jumped across the stream and walked into the thick undergrowth

Unnervingly evident that I was all by my curious self

It’s a journey across the fabled playground of the gods

I knew about them – feared messengers of the gods

Right onto my path it sent chills down my spine

I had come too far to tolerate thoughts of going back.

The ape considered me with fearsome judging eyes

Found me worthy of an encounter with the abode of the gods

Left me to my fate and continued on its tour of duty

Cries of unusual birds I did not see bade me welcome

I ventured yet nearer my destination.

Excitedly, I sallied forth into the last of the shrubs

Before the sacred grotto but as nothing prepared me

For the extraordinary spectacle that beheld me,

I was bewitched and enthralled.

I cautiously moved my unwilling legs

Towards the subject of my visit

I sat down on a carved ancient wooden stool

Right in front of the cave and picked a piece of white clay...

Clay of the gods

I crushed a little and applied on my eyes

With a gradual comprehension that

I was really in the presence of a force

Beyond my mortal understanding,

My eyes grew accustomed to the darkness enveloping me

And I beheld it - my village shrine

an Emeka Amakeze poetic expression.

Emeka Amakeze

To prove that Tinubu is not afraid of LIVE TV INTERVIEWS, they said that he “is contesting for Nigerian President, not Media President. Now that they tweeted a video of him riding a stationary bike in 2013, is he contesting for Nigerian Cycling Federation President?

African Warrior

It was awesome playing the role of an over ambitious warrior in the movie - ENEMONA.

I Have A Dream Too

The unprecedented political turn out of events in the US has kept every tongue busy in all corners of the world and each people drawing a lesson or two from it. And i hope that Nigeria and indeed the whole of Africa will not be left out in this lesson that i see in the bigger picture. A picture that my mind has kept nagging me about and in my bid to escape it, i fell asleep and i still dreamt about it.

If eulogies were to be quantified, there will be none left in Nigeria as all have been exported to Obamaland but i resolved to capitulate to my mind’s push and desperately search for more eulogies because i need to export some to Clintonland and Palinshire

My mind was nagging about it because true to the nature of the African man and in particular, the Nigerian man, he has conveniently relegated the exploits of these two women to a deep abyss of a background. “Why?”, “Shebi make dem start their own for Naija” He would retort.

But on the contrary, i have a dream that one day, the strength and industrious nature of the African woman will be celebrated.

I have a dream that one day, we would respect the wish of African women to be treated with dignity.

I have a dream that we would put a stop to all the troubles we put the African women through politically and otherwise, all in the name of being men?

I have a dream that one day, a woman will be the president of my native land- Nigeria.

I may neither be Luther nor King, but i am Martin enough to dream and that’s the bigger picture.

Ultimately, i salute the resilience, tenacity, doggedness and innate love of the African woman. I am proud of her.